To all the haters out there I wish you the best. You can't bring me down. I wake up everyday grateful for the opportunity and grateful to the fans.
I cried because I had no shoes. Then I met a man who had no feet.
Love is like breathing, you take it in and let it out.
I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family's, and my country's past, holding in my hands these truths: that love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things. This much, at least, I've figured out. I know this much is true.
I am a plodder, I make an appointment with my computer everyday and I have no idea where I am going.
Love grows from the rich foam of forgiveness, mongrels make good dogs, and the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.
The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs.
The glamour Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast Down in the flood of remembrance.
We need to consider ancestral cleansing. If we're willing to clear our energy fields of the ancestral energies we don't want, then we are ready to do something really interesting and beautiful which is to claim a connection with the wisdom of the kinds of ancestors we do want to be in contact with. But we can't do this until we've cleaned out the lower stuff that is hindering us.
Humility and purity are the wings which carry us to God and make us almost divine.
It's better to live as your own man, than as a fool in someone else's dream.